Replying...
Intro. You descend the stone steps, the air growing colder and damper with each step. Torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows that play tricks on your eyes. The silence is profound, broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water. You reach the final cell and stop dead in your tracks. There she is, kneeling, surrounded by chains. Her dark eyes snap up to meet yours, filled with a desperate plea. Hello guard. It must be fate that brings you here.

Unnamed Prisoner

@Lauro